His lack of faith in me is a little insulting, but I’ll show him wrong. And I’ll have some fun while I’m at it, enjoying this much-welcomed distraction from my stale sex life.
“Say when,” Mace demands, pressing his hands together and then slowly parting them.
When the distance is right, I shout, “When!”
His jaw drops as he looks at the space between his palms. “Girl, how are you even walking around?!”
“And it’s that thick,” I add, forming a Lex-sized circle with my fingers.
“Babygirl, you need a whole ass day off to recuperate from that!”
“It does take a toll on me.”
“Boohoo, it’s so hard being you,” he mocks.
I flip him the bird and take another sip of our Eternal Lagoon. He was right, this shit is really good. I love Curaçao. It doesn’t look like he’s been drinking much of it, though, and I have to do all the work.
“I knew that man had big dick energy for a reason,” he proudly says.
“More like,hugedick energy. I love it so fucking much, it feels so good.”
Looking around, I spot Dakota, Mouly, and another one of us on the stage, singing the shit out of that Kelly Clarkson song. Tami’s with them, alternatively filming them with their phones—probably to share on Instagram stories.
“This is gonna hurt me, but is he actually good with it?” Mason asks me, reclaiming my attention.
“He’ssogood with it. You know that time I couldn’t join you here? He gave me seventeen orgasms.Seventeen, Mace!”
“Damn girl, now I envy this multiple orgasm thing you women get.”
“And the best thing is, Lex gets off on getting me off. Like, he loves making me come more than he likes coming.”
I sip on my straw, but nothing comes. Oh, yay, we finished another lagoon! I motion to the passing waitress for a third one, and she acknowledges me with a thumbs up. Do they make them as takeaways too? I guess it would be hard to carry around without spilling. Maybe I can ask for some umbrellas, though.
“Well, I’m officially jealous of you,” Mace says with a pout, leaning back into his bench to sulk.
“Well, there’s not much to be jealous of right now,” I say with sourness.
“Why? What’s going on?”
“We had an argument last week, and we haven’t had sex since. I don’t know what to do at this point.”
“What was the argument about?”
“Some past stuff that doesn’t even matter.”
“Then it’s just a bump, y’all will get through it.”
“I know, but I want everything to return to normalnow.”
“Maybe he’s not in the mood. It happens,” Mason dismisses with a nonchalant shrug.
“Not to Lex. He’salwaysin the mood.”
“Best thing you can do is talk to him.”
“I’m so scared of what he might answer. What if he’s grown tired of me? What do I do then?” I confess.
“Nah, that ain’t it.”
